Wang Xiaoqiang stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back, motionless and tranquil, resembling a lake that hasn't stirred for millennia, portraying the lonely demeanor of a master.
A group of ants mocking someone would not make the person feel ashamed, only amused and entertained.
Originally, Wang Xiaoqiang could annihilate the League of the Strong with a single thought, but before killing them, he wanted to toy with them a bit. Therefore, instead of being angry, he laughed and shouted...
"In front of me, you are nothing but ants. Now I want to test the mettle of you ants..."
As he spoke, Wang Xiaoqiang raised his eyebrow, and instantly ten thousand strands of Divine Sense rushed out, forming a Divine Sense Lake in the sky. Once it was formed, it seemed intangible yet had substance, an invisible pressure covering the ten thousand people in the League of the Strong, simultaneously emitting sounds like mountains and seas roaring, sounding breathtakingly intense.
